A/NI started this before I got the idea for Sold, and really liked it, so here it is, though I warn you, it is dark, a reflection of the darkness within humanity. An example of shadowy feelings and dark intensions.

Disclaimer:Criminal minds is not mine, never will be.

1. The hunter always takes his prey

He was waiting inside the apartment, hidden in the shadows of a plain bedroom. He had been meticulous in his planning, careful and organized. They would all be within his hands, and he would get the vengeance he so desired.

He would dissect them, taking one at a time until they were all his. He had a plan, it would work, he knew because he had thought about it for so very long. They were a family, a family he had hunted, studied, and thought about. He knew how to take this family, how to claim each of them. He would start with the youngest son, then he would take their daughter, an uncle, both of the aunts, and then the parents. Because, after he had everything they wanted to protect, they would come.

He listened with anxiety as the front door opened, then it closed. He smiled, as he had known, the young son always came home alone.

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It was three o' clock in the morning, and they had all been out, trying to enjoy a night without murder, a night where they could just laugh. He had not drank much, but he was tipsy, and all he wanted to do was go to the bathroom, and go to bed.

Reid walked through his apartment without stumbling, something he was quite proud of, considering he had not been able to do so fifteen minutes ago. Fifteen minutes ago, is mind went back in time, back to the smoky, loud bar where they had been. Back to JJ dancing with him, smiling as he shyly tried to think of things to say.

He threw his bag onto his bed, not taking a moment to look over his room, he sometimes did, and went to the bathroom across the hall. He was now feeling remarkably sober and tired.

Reid took three steps into his bedroom and knew that something was wrong. His messenger bag was open! He walked toward it in disbelief, looking inside, he found that his gun was missing.

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He watched the son, enjoying the taste of his fear in the air. But he could not savor it, for he needed to be quick. And he was quick, of course he was, like a rabbit, but not a coward. No, a predator, strong and fierce. A hunter.

The boy had barely heard his footfall onto the carpet before he could turn around, and by then he had brought the gun against the boys head, knocking him to the ground and stunning him.

Reid fell to the floor, stunned, afraid. He tried to scramble away, to gain some distance so that he could pull himself to his feet, but his attacker was fast, grabbing him by the hair and yanking him back. He cried out, and was rewarded with a sharp slap before the man covered his mouth tightly. He tried to cry out, to break free of the man's grip, but the man's grip on his hair tightened and his hand closed harder over his mouth, bruising the bones of his jaw. The man released Reid's hair and used his free arm to entrap the intoxicated boy.

Reid screamed against the man's hand, trying to bite him, trying to fight him off. He was violent, but the man was determined. With no effort he picked Reid up and threw him onto the bed. Reid's panic rose as statistics raced through his mind. God no! But the man merely held him down, restraining his wrists with one hand, and pinning Reid with his weight.

"You will stop struggling, or I'll do to you whatever your imagining." He threatened.

Reid went still, but the fear still trembled within.

"Good." The man said, his voice harsh. He pulled his hand away from Reid's mouth and fished inside of a black fanny pack at his side. There was a clinking, and then a flash of silver as he pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

"What are you-"

"Don't speak!" The man snapped. He cuffed one of Reid's wrists, then roughly turned him over and cuffed the other behind his back. Then he tied a thick strip of black cloth into his mouth before turning his onto his side. "Stay here." He said to Reid, who was pulling futilely at the handcuffs. The man moved off of the bed, and pulled a length of rope from the fanny pack, which he used to bind Reid's ankles. And then he blindfolded him. Perfect.

Within three minutes, he had completely detained the family's son. He watched the boy struggle, and a wave of sweet domination spread through his body. He grabbed his Polaroid camera, and snapped four pictures, licking his lips as he watched them develop.

This was his first step, take the son, weaken them little by little. But only the daughter would know until he could detain her, and then the uncle. Only after detaining them would he allow the others to know he had the son, then they could know about the daughter and the uncle, after he had taken the aunts. Little by little, he would take them all, he would weaken them, and he would get his vengeance.